Ruin Me, Biker Alphas

I’m Not You

~Valerie~

Vivian stands up, her face turning a nasty shade of red. She blows smoke toward the ceiling and glares at me. "I heard a rumor today. I heard you’re working at that club. The Killer Wolves."

I let out a dry, sharp laugh. "Oh, so you do care about me. I’m touched. Yeah, I’m working there. I’m making a living since you’re too busy being a drunk to pay the bills."

"You could do something else!" she screams, her voice cracking. "Anything else but selling your p***y in a biker bar! There are other places to work, Valerie. You don't have to be a whore."

"Don't you dare call me that," I growl, stepping off the stairs. "Try being a mother for once in your life before you judge me. I’m a waitress. I’m not you, Vivian."

"Don't work for Ronan," she says, her voice suddenly dropping, turning hushed and distressed. "He’s a bad man. He’s dangerous."

"And yet you let him pay for everything for years," I say, stepping closer to her. "You took his money. You took his protection. You didn't think he was so bad when you were spending his cash on your gin."

"It’s different!" she shrieks, waving her cigarette around. "He owes us! Your father died for that club. He died for Ronan’s mistakes. That money belongs to us."

"It’s the same old story, and I’m sick of hearing it," I say, turning my back on her. "I’m tired, I’m sore, and I’m going to bed. Keep screaming if you want, I’m done."

I walk up the stairs, ignoring her drunken shouts. I get into my room and slam the door, locking it tight. I need to get the smell of her and the club off me.

I strip off my clothes, letting them fall in a heap on the floor. I catch my reflection in the mirror and stop. My body is humming. My t**s are huge and heavy, the n*****s dark and standing out, aching for a touch of a more stronger and larger hands. My waist is small, curving out into wide hips and an ass that looks like it was made to be handled. I look like a woman who was built for one thing.

Temptation.

I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on, letting the water get hot. I step under the spray, but it doesn't help. The water running over my skin just makes me more aware of every itch, every throb.

I lean back against the cold tile wall, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. My hands go to my breasts, squeezing them hard, my thumbs rubbing over my n*****s until I’m whimpering.

"Ronan," I whisper.

I close my eyes and I can see him. I imagine his huge hands grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. I imagine him bending me over a desk just like Lexi said, his thick c**k sliding into me, filling me up until I’m screaming. I want him to be mean. I want him to use me.

But then I see Evander. I see those amber eyes and that wicked grin. I imagine him standing behind me while Ronan is in front of me. I imagine Evander’s fingers digging into my hips, his voice growling in my ear while Ronan claims my mouth.

I slide my hand down, pushing my fingers between my thighs. I’m so wet it’s ridiculous. My p***y is swollen and pulsing. I slide two fingers inside, a loud moan escaping me as I feel how slick I am. I start to move, my hips bucking against my hand. I’m rough with myself, thinking about them both. I want them to be together. I want them to take turns. I want to be the center of everything they do.

"Ronan... Evander... please," I sob, my head hitting the tile.

I’m moving my hand faster and faster, my legs shaking. The heat in my gut is building into a massive, heavy wave. I can feel my p***y gripping my fingers, the muscles clenching tight. I’m so close I can’t breathe. I imagine them both looking at me, watching me come, their eyes full of hunger.

“Yes, please. Take me daddy. Knot me. f**k me, please. Yesss, oh yes, please…”

Then it hits me. A violent, crushing orgasm that makes my whole body go stiff. I scream their names into the shower, my back arching off the wall as the pleasure rips through me. It feels like I’m being torn apart in the best way possible.

I stay there for a long time after, the water washing away the slick and the sweat. My breath finally slows down, and I turn off the shower. I dry myself off, my limbs feeling like lead.

I crawl into bed naked, my skin still feeling hot and sensitive. I grab the pillow and shove it between my legs, hugging it tight. The heat is already starting to build again.

I want them so bad it’s a sickness. I want to be f****d by both of them at the same time until I can’t remember my own name.

I just have to make it through the night. I’m going back tomorrow. And tomorrow, I’m going to make sure they both see exactly what they’re missing. What I’m going to wear will have their jaw hitting the floor.